So last night's dream I had to really think about to remember. It creeped me out and probably was better forgotte, but oh well.
It started where I was in Walmart with a blind guy who had bird feet for hands. He wore sunglasses and had dark hair. We were just poking around the clothing section because they were having a sale on a line of sweat shirts and jackets designed by Dr. Suess. They were all really colorful and some had bizarre shapes. There was a sweat shirt which looked like a peacoat (double breasted), that was olive-brown colored with red trim and coat tails. Another was a sweatshirt that looked like someone chopped up 5 sweatshirts to make it. The right sleeve and front half was yellow, the right back half was red, the left back half was blue, the left sleeve, front half, and right half of the hood was black with grey to marroon (gadient) stripes, and the right half of the hood was green. All the pieces had big white stitching on the outside. So we were shopping around and I was going to get the patchwork looking one, and the blind kid was going to get the peacoat one ("I just wish I knew how I looked in it.") Unfortunately he didn't get one because we couldn't find it in his size.
So we walk to the front to check out, me holding the patchwork sweat shirt and him holding on to me for guidance, but then a character from a previous dream showed up. The only name I guess I can think to call her is Moaning Myrtle, because that's what I tease her with (in the dream). Her name isn't Myrtle at all, it's some other old fashioned name that starts with an M, but I don't call her it because she hates it. Anyway, she looks nothing like the Harry Potter character.
It's a ghost, but not a girl. It's an old haggard lady, diseased and rotting, her hair scraggly and dirty. Her eyes and teeth scare me more than anything because she bulges her eyes out when she looks at you, and they are yellow and veiny. Her teeth are just something else entirely, sharp, yellow, cracked, broken, and really just hideous.
Anyway, she floats right up to me and starts talking about how she's back and how I couldn't have gotten rid of her forever. She's gonna get rid of me this time though.
Great, so now I have to go do what I did in a previous dream, which I can only hope somewhere in my subconscious I can remember what to do. So the blind kid and I leave the Walmart at a full sprint and eventually we make our way to this creaky, dingy, old house close to the water, but on a cliff, with a stone light house/tower like structure next to it. We go in the house and there's a bunch of kids there and a really long table. Some of the kids are just under my age, some are young, like 6 or so.
I don't quiet remember what happened, just that me and the blind kid do some investigating and go all around the house, and one of the kids, this little 6 year old black kid, tells me some info and that "We're never going to get out alive."
Yeah, scared me.
Unfortunately I don't remember a big chunk in between then and the next part because I half woke up and then fell back asleep.
But then we (me, the blind kid, and all the people from the house) were all around this big rectangle table. I was two seats down from one end, with the blind kid to my left, and at the far end from me was a box, on top of the table.
Then the ghost appeared again and started going around the table asking everyone questions. I don't really remember what they were, except that when she got to the blind kid, she asked why he didn't look her way. I told her it was because he was blind, but then she floated real close to him and asked "Then why is he keeping his mouth shut so tight? Maybe it's because he doesn't want to scream because of my appearance... Maybe he's scared..." But then I screamed "Now!" to the blind hid and he clawed at the ghost (don't forget, he has bird feet/talons for hands. How clawing at a ghost was supposed to help is beyond me, but it freaked her out and did something). I quickly got up and grabbed the box off the end of the table, and started saying some chant/incantation thing and throwing all the stuff in the box out, and setting it on fire. "Myrtle" freaked out and then I pulled some ancient looking bone dagger out of my pocket and stabbed inside the box.
"Myrtle" then started to scream and eventually disappeared.
Then I woke up.
To be honest I was still freaking out and scared because that was the second time I've had to kill that ghost in a dream, and she still really scares me.
I think watching Season of the Witch a couple nights ago made me remember her though, because there's a whole bunch of plague-ridden people in that movie, and a really creepy old lady right in the beginning, and that probably reminded me of her.
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